Diamond Blues

And I need a home ’cause it’s that time of year
When us boys of summer must be men after the Fall.

I want to hear all her theories of romance,
But with nowhere to go, we’ve got more than a chance.
Right now don’t want to face the future or think at all.

Sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose.
Sometimes you don’t even get to play, and you don’t get to choose.
Sometimes you miss the signs. Can’t read between the lines.
And you’re left shaken your head with the diamond blues.

No she don’t care about the color or cut
As long as it sparkles, well it’s good enough.
But even if I had the money, I’m not sure it’s the time.

I’ve still got dragons to chase and games to play,
A treasure map saved for another day.
And what counts ain’t what you look for, it’s what you find.

Sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose.
Sometimes you don’t even get to play, and you don’t get to choose.
Sometimes you miss the signs. Can’t read between the lines.
And you’re left shaken in your shoes with the diamond blues.

What would she wish if she could have anything?
Would it be me or is it just the ring?
I’ve got this feeling down deep in my soul –
She’s says she wants a diamond now, but we might make it with coal.

Sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose.
Sometimes you don’t even get to play, and you don’t get to choose.
Sometimes you miss the signs. Can’t read between the lines.
And you’re left shaken hands with the diamond blues.